I get two weeks paid vacation, but cannot use this vacation until it accrues.  It takes all year to accrue the time off, which means I’d have to wait until next year in order to actually have two full weeks’ vacation, obviously forgoing at least one full week of vacation this year in order to have that.

A law in MA was created for contract workers (temporary [but permanent] employees).  The contractors can work for the same company for well over ten years and still be considered contract or temporary employees.  This allows the corporation to not have to pay for sick time, paid time off, or family leave and of course no health insurance cause fuck ‘em right.  People breed, there’ll be more workers.

MA Senators saw this as a crime against the worker, rightfully so, and passed a low that contract workers will be allowed to accrue their time off, still no vacations or health benefits cause, fuck ‘em.

Well, the corporation saw this as another way to fuck over their greatest resource, their employees.  Although the law was meant for temporary workers who had no time off, you don’t work you don’t get paid, it ended up encompassing every worker in the state.

Senators in their wisdom, some of them are thinkers, added this clause;


So when I went to my company’s HR to request a confirmation of their policy they said it was the state’s fault, their hands were tied.  So even though I get two weeks paid vacation a year I will take my first week, mostly unpaid.  The HR rep also confirmed that I’d have to bring over a full week from the year before to actually use my 2 weeks a year.  I recall signing a contract giving me these two weeks within the calendar year – and I guess, like a sociopath holding a kitten underwater to drink, I will accrue my two weeks’ vacation exactly one pay period before the end of the year.

…or I could lose my job and call the attorney general to throw some education at this company.

What would you do?


Janas Rink Misogyny 83′

Posted: December 6, 2016 in Biographical, tantrum


Lead coach:  Line up, line up.

Everyone lined up against the wall in the rink in full gear from a skirmish on the ice.  I cut my blades into the frozen water and kicked up some ice chips on my team mate next to me.  He laughed and punched me in the shoulder.  I just wanted to get out on the ice and check a few bodies into the sides and pass the puck or maybe even score.

LC:  We have a couple girls among us

For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded ominous.

TM:  Who’s the girl?

He asked me.  I shrugged, hoping maybe – maybe it wouldn’t be me.

LC:  Genevieve

I hung my head in shame.  I moved out of the line after being called up and was forced to stand in between my coach and assistant coach.  Gasps could be heard from the line.

TMs: That’s a girl, she plays so hard, no way

I locked eyes with my cousin, the only other girl there; she looked down praying I’d not mention her gender.  By this time, I was trying to fight back tears, I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t betray my sex with weakness, not now.  At this time the figure skating group was starting to take over the ice.  The Barbie doll outfits, pink on pink with long well kempt blonde hair and a white wash of skin.  They came out like a sickening Pepto-Bismol army, sliding with their egg crates in front, struggling to keep their stance and show off their ballerina skills.

LC:  We cannot have girls on our team – girls do not play hockey they figure skate.

He pointed at the incoming pink mass as if I could miss it.  I looked back to the line, their black gear and helmets, their sticks and heavy skates.  These were warriors that played a game to hone their skills until the time came to use them.  The ice dancers, beautiful in their own rights, did not fit into who I am.  I am no ice dancer, I have no finesses, I am not a fine instrument, I am a blunt tool, rugged, durable, and powerful.  He could see I was visibly distressed, this caused the line to become distressed.  Until that moment I was considered to be one of the best of them and many cheered when I was picked for their team.  I argued my stance and shocked my coaches with my lack of A) remote desire to join the tutu brigade and B) how I spoke with reason and sense.

They tried to backpedal, claiming it wasn’t their decisions but it was the simple fact that the hockey team used the men’s locker room and the figure skating used the women’s locker room.  I offered to change in the women’s locker room and skate out to meet them on the ice.  Their logic failed at every turn and finally I was told…

LC: Enough. Girls shouldn’t be playing hockey.

I flipped them the bird, in gloved hands so not sure how much of the middle finger I managed to get up as I skated off.  I hated the color pink for almost twenty years after that.  I was a little sad as I watched my younger brother excel in hockey to the point of earning a scholarship at UMASS Lowell.  I used to wonder – could that have helped me pay for college… as I paid down my student loans.

2016, November the 8th

Posted: November 16, 2016 in Poem, political


November the 8th

November the 8th

Oh what a mistake

came from November the 8th


at first we thought

how bad could it be

for little old you or me

it got bad as we got mad

and well,

The Alt right rose and white people marched in rows

not all but most

telling us all how to live our lives as they kept post

Your skin is too dark, they’d say

As they carried my neighbor away


Ah, November the 8th

November the 8th

Oh what a mistake

came from November the 8th


The Trumpets were all the rage

Beautiful women burning books

Showing us all how we should look and cook

But now for those flat chested ones just the cage

The cubicle sin for what you’ve been given

hid them away and made them pay

for not having the most popular features of the day

forget equal pay or self respect

there was nothing of any of us left


Ah, November the 8th

November the 8th

Oh what a mistake

came from November the 8th


No educational fixes just higher taxes

Corporations being lifted by our breaking backes

Soon us Americans couldn’t work in our own land

for simple math was beyond our command

So foreigners were brought in to perform

and we were demanded to conform


Ah, November the 8th

November the 8th

Oh what a mistake

came from November the 8th


Deportations began

Of true and real citizens

As it never stopped our country before

Why would they care, it was after all only the poor

The blight on the golden dome for sure


Ah, November the 8th

November the 8th

Oh what a mistake

came from November the 8th


The only small saving grace

Was our forced migration put us in the right place

To watch as our old home burned to the ground

In some world war or so what was whispered around town

I felt bad for a minute, but then realized we earned it.


Posted: September 29, 2015 in Poem
Beautiful young woman jumping on  the beach with a colored tissue

Beautiful young woman jumping on the beach with a colored tissue

For me the love comes from looking above

To that world seen yet invisible

To be added to and made divisible

This heralding in of green exhales

How I love you in every detail


As I watch the republican base follow Trump off a cliff I recall the words of a film character: Stupid is as Stupid does.  I wish he’d stop saying he’s a self-made business man – as that is a boldface lie, he worked in his dad’s real-estate company using his dad’s money… not so self-made. But there is no telling the racist misogynists this – they are just happy to follow another moron around, sniffing at his backside like the inept four-legged beasts they are.  Apparently they still can’t get over the fact they can’t kill, rape, dominate black people – but hey… at least there’s still women! And maybe in a few generations they’ll get over the fact they lost the civil war because they were pieces of shit and God doesn’t want to have anything to do with them. But as Romney knows – Satan is right there waiting for you all!

-no offense to the lovely four-leggeds. Don’t think they would hate a dog because he/she came from mexico. But they’d kill each other for a bone. That’s about the only correlation.

mr snuffleupagus

Posted: August 25, 2015 in Uncategorized


I’m not in the business of shaming,

But if you come at me – there is only you to be blaming,

Being a survivor is not an identifier,

But being told to remain silent is a sin,

Should signs not be put up to warn people of the dangers of a vacant sewer cap?

Why not can I then share my stories of pain,

With those around,

Perhaps healing will be found,

I feel bad when I hurt another,

Even if it is my perpetrator,

I have a heart my brother says,

How do I express myself honestly and share my stories successfully without showing the creatures around me for being as dark as a soul can get – cannot forget.

I always hear people say, hey he wasn’t that bad.. right? I mean we are all three dimensional.

So let him babysit your kids and see

So you like him – I get it – so you love him  – make me sick, nah forget it

Evil is an interesting thing, tangible and real… as he gropes for a feel

To murder a child is bad

To a rape a woman is … sad? I’m sure it’s her fault – even if she was five, six, seven, eight…

At what point does the evil own the mistake

At what point do I ever become free – or is this nightmare to always follow me

Like Big bird’s best friend – this evil, only I can see

what a waste

Posted: May 29, 2015 in Uncategorized


I was somewhere when I saw a frog

He was quite the hog

Big and bullish

Long and tall

He looked towards me and grinned

I smiled back – seemed like the only polite thing to do

She crocked and said

“Little two feet walker, where is your head?”

I was in shock but replied, “Attached to my neck?”

She crocked again, “If you kill us all dead, then you shall too. How do you not see this, stupid two.”

She crocked and left and I stood there ashamed.

“But it isn’t my game!” I tried to let her know

How could I possibly show

That even though they are not at their best I am not like the rest

Somewhere I went, walking on still

Head full of crocks as I came upon a hill

Clap Clap – went a tall bird with her orange bill

“Why you so crazy thick legs?” She asked

I cocked my head and noticed a tiny frog leg caught between her lips.

“I didn’t know I was crazy.” I answered, “Suppose that’s why I am.”

“I fly and fly, all around.” She began

“I see how things change on the ground,

Your strong thick legs are taking over the land

I lose water and food to the man.”

“Don’t you need to drink, don’t you eat?” I asked

With that her jaw clapped, the leg was gone.

A few pumps of her wings and soon so was.

“Why is everyone yelling at me?” I pondered as I continued my trek.

I walked down the hill and came to a stream

The water was murky yet clean

I saw a large fish swimming beneath a vibrant gleam

I couldn’t see for some time as the light hurt my eye

“Darkness you live in, this is true. That is why the light bothers you.” I assume the fish spoke

“You take from me everything and make us choke,

On the very air we breathe, you poison it purposely!”

“Please great fish; it is not I but my kind that has gone mad.”

“I see your arms, so long and strong, with many limbs at the end to hold

I have seen your people build great blocks hording water only to take

As our cousin you have made so many mistakes.” She continued

“You kill us with no regard to our lives our hopes or our dreams.

The ocean runs black and the nutritious soil begins to turn to sand

Your days are limited upon this land.”

“Please great fish, hear me forest, I am not your enemy, I am only lost.” I pleaded

She shook her head and submerged out of sight.

I continued to walk – wandered all night

Then I saw the moon so large and bright

She swelled to five times her size and lowered to meet my eyes

“Stomping seed of mine, how I fed you and you did dine

How I changed the landscape forcing your migration

Demanding your evolution to be for me what I needed you to be

For a brief time, we were one, you were loved by everyone

But as of late I am seeing my mistake

You have removed yourself from my love

Thinking you shall rise above

You were to be my protector the guardian of this ALL

until you grew wise enough to fly beyond my borders

to pollinate the universe with my code

I made you strong I made you bold

my story you were supposed to have told

but I am done, making room for another one

I can no longer ask

you have failed every task.”

“I am here!” I replied “I am here for you!! Anything you need me to do!”

“I need you all to die.”

The moon waned and returned as the forest stood still

Until from behind a large growl could be heard

and I thought the human race destroyed – how absurd.